A Wild Spirit
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,086
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Wild Spirit
Author: Lynsey
Beta: None
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Title: A Wild Spirit
Chapter: 1/1 (one-shot)
Rating: G
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, and a Peregrine Falcon
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not mine.
Summery: A wild spirit has given Erestor the strength to carry on, and Glorfindel make an ass out of himself.
This story is dedicated to a certain one-winged Educational Peregrine Falcon at the facility where I work. Her bravery and wild heart are an inspiration to me and many others. Her fighting spirit has touched me deeply, and I will always admire her for all she has survived. I may continue this at some point, but for now it is a stand-alone.
Glorfindel stood in the doorway of the mews, watching exasperatedly as Erestor took his sweet time feed the falcon on his fist.
“Just give the damned thing the food and let’s get going. We are going to be late for the council meeting as it is.”
“She has to have her pieces chopped up small, and she has a hard time eating by herself. I have to help her or she would starve. You know this,” Erestor replied as he lifted another marble sized piece of chicken to the Peregrine Falcon’s beak. She daintily plucked the morsel from his fingers and dutifully swallowed, then looked expectantly for the next bite.
The beautiful falcon had been found severely injured after a storm. Erestor had found her on the ground and in bad shape. His love for winged things had driven him to wrap the creature in his cloak to protect him from her fierce talons and bring her to Elrond. The healer had examined the falcon, and determined she had been struck by lightening. Her left wing was dead, and to save the animal he would have to amputate the limb, thereby making the bird permanently disabled. Erestor had asked Elrond to do what was needed to save her, and the councilor promised to care for her for the rest of her life.
This lead to his current position. The slate grey falcon was perched upon his leather-clad hand, and her jesses were firmly clamped between his fingers so she couldn’t fall and hurt herself. He had just removed her from her cage, which he had ordered built to serve her one-winged nature.
He gave the bird the last of the morsels in the bowl, a small smile lighting his face. She had adapted very well to living in captivity, and he frequently used her as a teaching subject for the young elflings when he taught about birds and flight. He also loved her dearly, even if she could care less about him. Watching the bird grow and prosper despite its disabilities had given Erestor the courage to face his own problems, and he loved her dearly for it. Without her as a model, he may have never come as far as he had.
He lowered his fist to one of the low perches, pressing her hocks against it. “Perch,” he said softly. The falcon obediently stepped backwards onto the perch, and began to honk and holler at him. She did this every time he unjessed her, and he had to smile at her impatience to be released. He used his gloved hand to block his vulnerable hand (as she had a tendency to bite unclad fingers) and he removed the jesses from the permanent bracelets attached to her feet. “All done,” he smiled. The bird leaped from that perch to another and began to diligently clean her beak, wobbling some as she did so. Her balance was never quite the same since her wing had come off, but she was doing very well without it.
“Come *on*,” Glorfindel whined. “What do you see in that thing anyway?”
Erestor still smiled upon the bird, “Despite everything she had been through, she is still a wild spirit, and she has never given up. She always keeps fighting.”
“She can’t fly, and you can’t hunt with her. She has no purpose. You should have let nature take care of her.”
Erestor’s smile faded. “You mean because she is crippled she should have been left to die.”
“*YES* that’s what I mean!” Glorfindel blanched as he realized what he had just said, and who he had just said it to. “Erestor….I…I didn’t mean…”
“Yes you did, Glorfindel. You meant every word.” Erestor, with much difficulty, pulled himself erect from the chair near the falcon’s mews and grabbed his crutch. “I will get to the meeting by myself. Thank you for your time, Glorfindel. You are no longer needed here.” The councilor proceeded to limp from the building.
Glorfindel smacked himself on the forehead and went to Erestor, dutifully taking the elf’s arm opposite the crutch to help steady him.
Erestor snatched his arm away and nearly fell in the process. He righted himself and glared at the Seneschal. “You do not need to stay and help the cripple into the house, my Lord. Why don’t you just run along and let nature take care of me. I might just fall in the court yard here and not be able to get up. You can just leave me there until I am no longer such a burden for you.” Erestor once again began to walk toward the Last Homely House.
“I’m sorry, Erestor. I…”
Erestor interrupted him, “You, my Lord, are an intolerant bigot. You are hereby relieved of your duties to me from hence forth. I will find someone else to fill your place. Good day.”
Glorfindel watched Erestor slowly limp and trip his way into the building, disappearing into the darkened doorway. Council meeting forgotten, Glorfindel went back to the mews to watch the falcon as it preened its blue-grey feathers while he thought about a certain councilor with blue-black hair.
Beta: None
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Title: A Wild Spirit
Chapter: 1/1 (one-shot)
Rating: G
Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, and a Peregrine Falcon
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not mine.
Summery: A wild spirit has given Erestor the strength to carry on, and Glorfindel make an ass out of himself.
This story is dedicated to a certain one-winged Educational Peregrine Falcon at the facility where I work. Her bravery and wild heart are an inspiration to me and many others. Her fighting spirit has touched me deeply, and I will always admire her for all she has survived. I may continue this at some point, but for now it is a stand-alone.
Glorfindel stood in the doorway of the mews, watching exasperatedly as Erestor took his sweet time feed the falcon on his fist.
“Just give the damned thing the food and let’s get going. We are going to be late for the council meeting as it is.”
“She has to have her pieces chopped up small, and she has a hard time eating by herself. I have to help her or she would starve. You know this,” Erestor replied as he lifted another marble sized piece of chicken to the Peregrine Falcon’s beak. She daintily plucked the morsel from his fingers and dutifully swallowed, then looked expectantly for the next bite.
The beautiful falcon had been found severely injured after a storm. Erestor had found her on the ground and in bad shape. His love for winged things had driven him to wrap the creature in his cloak to protect him from her fierce talons and bring her to Elrond. The healer had examined the falcon, and determined she had been struck by lightening. Her left wing was dead, and to save the animal he would have to amputate the limb, thereby making the bird permanently disabled. Erestor had asked Elrond to do what was needed to save her, and the councilor promised to care for her for the rest of her life.
This lead to his current position. The slate grey falcon was perched upon his leather-clad hand, and her jesses were firmly clamped between his fingers so she couldn’t fall and hurt herself. He had just removed her from her cage, which he had ordered built to serve her one-winged nature.
He gave the bird the last of the morsels in the bowl, a small smile lighting his face. She had adapted very well to living in captivity, and he frequently used her as a teaching subject for the young elflings when he taught about birds and flight. He also loved her dearly, even if she could care less about him. Watching the bird grow and prosper despite its disabilities had given Erestor the courage to face his own problems, and he loved her dearly for it. Without her as a model, he may have never come as far as he had.
He lowered his fist to one of the low perches, pressing her hocks against it. “Perch,” he said softly. The falcon obediently stepped backwards onto the perch, and began to honk and holler at him. She did this every time he unjessed her, and he had to smile at her impatience to be released. He used his gloved hand to block his vulnerable hand (as she had a tendency to bite unclad fingers) and he removed the jesses from the permanent bracelets attached to her feet. “All done,” he smiled. The bird leaped from that perch to another and began to diligently clean her beak, wobbling some as she did so. Her balance was never quite the same since her wing had come off, but she was doing very well without it.
“Come *on*,” Glorfindel whined. “What do you see in that thing anyway?”
Erestor still smiled upon the bird, “Despite everything she had been through, she is still a wild spirit, and she has never given up. She always keeps fighting.”
“She can’t fly, and you can’t hunt with her. She has no purpose. You should have let nature take care of her.”
Erestor’s smile faded. “You mean because she is crippled she should have been left to die.”
“*YES* that’s what I mean!” Glorfindel blanched as he realized what he had just said, and who he had just said it to. “Erestor….I…I didn’t mean…”
“Yes you did, Glorfindel. You meant every word.” Erestor, with much difficulty, pulled himself erect from the chair near the falcon’s mews and grabbed his crutch. “I will get to the meeting by myself. Thank you for your time, Glorfindel. You are no longer needed here.” The councilor proceeded to limp from the building.
Glorfindel smacked himself on the forehead and went to Erestor, dutifully taking the elf’s arm opposite the crutch to help steady him.
Erestor snatched his arm away and nearly fell in the process. He righted himself and glared at the Seneschal. “You do not need to stay and help the cripple into the house, my Lord. Why don’t you just run along and let nature take care of me. I might just fall in the court yard here and not be able to get up. You can just leave me there until I am no longer such a burden for you.” Erestor once again began to walk toward the Last Homely House.
“I’m sorry, Erestor. I…”
Erestor interrupted him, “You, my Lord, are an intolerant bigot. You are hereby relieved of your duties to me from hence forth. I will find someone else to fill your place. Good day.”
Glorfindel watched Erestor slowly limp and trip his way into the building, disappearing into the darkened doorway. Council meeting forgotten, Glorfindel went back to the mews to watch the falcon as it preened its blue-grey feathers while he thought about a certain councilor with blue-black hair.